"Please let me go, and in return you'll be rewarded with a lifetime's worth of treasure," she pleads, her voice remaining unshaken.
He kneels down in front of her, his face only inches from hers as he draws her in with a calculating stare before his lips break out into a smirk. "Well, that is a fine offer, Princess, but that's not what I want," he replies, popping the 't', and there's a certain wickedness in his tone, and it makes her skin crawl.
He stands up and whistles to his crew, who had captured her from the woods and are still in his quarters. They nod and flee to the door, shutting it behind them, leaving him alone with her. He glances back to see that they're gone before looking back down at her again.
His hook suddenly flies out and tangles itself in her hair, gripping her tightly. She yelps and winces, reaching up and grabbing his wrist. He forces her head back, looking down into her eyes.
"I don't want your treasure, sweet princess. I want your body, the fairest form in the realm," he purrs with an evil smirk.
Staring up at him with tear-filled eyes, she glares at him harshly.
"What's the matter, your highness? Don't like that? Don't like being put in your place?" he asks in a sinister tone.
She sniffles and slowly shakes her head, glancing up at him nervously.
He tugs on Emma's hair, making her crawl away from the chair, and she winces, moving across the floor, her cheeks stinging fiercely as she kneels before him. He looks down at her licking his lips, evil dancing in his dark blue eyes.
"Mmmmm… so pretty. I can't wait to have you, fair princess, and use you as I see fit."
She stares back up at him, quickly shaking her head. "No! Please don't!" she begs him desperately.
"Quiet," he snarls. "I am your Captain and you will do as I say, got it?"
She protests by spitting on his boots and glaring up at him, her jaw set and firm as he sneers down at her.
"Let's try this again. I am your Captain now, and you will do as I say. Understand?" he asks, staring down at her intensely with those sea-blue eyes.
Clenching her fists together, she glares up at him. "Go to hell," she spats, turning her head away. Glancing up at him, she catches him shaking his head in anger.
"You will obey me," he demands coldly. And with that, he bends down and grabs her hair again, this time pressing the edge of his hook to her throat. She freezes up, feeling the cool metal against her skin. Her body can't even tremble, it's frozen in fear. She's heard stories of the Captain and how he got the hook, but she thought they were merely fairy tales and myths.
His face splits into a wide grin, knowing she'll cooperate. "Now, get on your knees like a good little princess," the captain commands.
She stares at him for a second longer before slowly pushing herself off the floor and kneeling before him. His hook never leaves her neck as she gulps down her fear and stares up at him nervously.
"Will you obey your Captain?" he asks, pressing the point of his hook a little deeper into her skin, and she knows he means business.
She nods her head slightly, chewing on her bottom lip. "Y-yes... I'll do anything. Just, please, don't kill me," she whimpers quietly. He grins down at her, slowly pulling the metal away from her neck.
"What a good little princess you are. Now, I think it's time to break that beautiful body of yours." He waves his hook for her to stand and she slowly does so before he takes the pointed edge of his hook and swipes it in front of her chest, tearing the top of her pink dress.
Her cheeks are flushed with a deep red as he begins to remove her dress. She opens her mouth to protest, but with one glance at the hook he has for a hand, she stops herself as he slowly peels off the material from her body, letting it fall to the floor. She's trembling as he takes his time, unlacing her corset, and once he's finished, letting it join her dress, she feels blush redden her entire face and neck. Her body shivers, feeling the cold air on her skin, and her nipples harden. He steps back and drinks her in hungrily with his eyes in such a way that makes her whole body shudder under his gaze as a devilish smirk curves his lips.
The Captain clicks his tongue in approval and steps towards her. "Ah, yes. Such a gorgeous little whore." He starts palming her breast in his calloused hand, his thumb brushing over the hard bud. "Be a good little princess and kiss your Captain," he demands in an almost a seductive whisper as he pulls and tugs on her nipple.
She stares at him wide-eyed and shakes her head. He responds by looping his hook around her arm, tugging her closer.
She whimpers softly, shaking her head again. "Please don't make me."
"Fine then. I'll just let my men have their way with you. They'll be excited to have you," he threatens, his words tainted with annoyance.
She squeezes her eyes shut and clenches her fists together. With a brief moment of internal conflict, she turns her head and kisses his lips quickly, barely making contact with him.
He shakes his head, frowning in disappointment. "No, no. That won't do. Kiss me like you want me, Princess. Make me believe it." He flashes her a small smile as she gazes back at him before leaning in and tenderly kissing his lips, squeezing her eyes shut. She hesitates at first, feeling a tear escape her eyes, unable to believe this is actually happening to her. She hates the way his soft lips feel against hers, even if it does send a jolt down her spine.
He embraces the kiss and holds her body close against his own and this time, Emma does as she's told and kisses him like she means it. Her lips move against his and he draws her in, kissing her like she's never been kissed before. She's breathless and panting at the same time, her lips molding and fusing to his. He kisses her with the same urgency, like he's trying to devour her.
She breaks away from the kiss and looks away from him like that didn't just happen. He roughly grabs her chin and forces her to look at him. His face still holds a hardness as he steps closer to her, staring deep into her eyes. She shivers and grips the sleeve of his black shirt, feeling his erection through his pants as he lifts his hook to her lips, brushing it softly over them. "Such pretty lips. So succulent and delicious. Now it's time to make better use of them." He lowers the metal and steps back a little. "On your knees for the Captain." He says it more harshly and somehow it takes her off guard.
She slowly nods, unwilling to argue with him. She knows it will only make him angry.
"I want to hear you, love. When I command you to do something, you answer with 'Yes, Captain', got it?"
"Yes… yes Captain."
"Good lass," he commends before forcing her down onto her knees, her face level with his erection. A shiver shoots down her spine as she stares at the outline of his tight leather pants, bewildered. She can't believe how large he is. "Go ahead, Princess. Take my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours."
Emma chews on her bottom lip, and with hesitant fingers, she reaches up and slowly undoes his pants. Her hands are shaking as she carefully pulls down his leather confinement, and she looks up to meet his gaze as his cock springs free. She lets his trousers fall down around his ankles, her eyes slowly sweeping down, feeling her skin tighten as she gapes at his cock, her eyes growing wide. It's long and thick and hard, and it's all hers.
She stops for a moment, trying to shake those thoughts from her mind. But she can't wait a second longer to ponder it as his hand encases the back of her head, forcing her towards his throbbing member.
She feels the velvety tip pressed against her lips and shudders at the feeling of it against her skin. With hesitance, she licks the slit of his silky head, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Take me in your mouth, princess," he snarls as his hand grips her hair threatenly.
"Yes, Captain." She starts to slowly draw him in between her lips, but he has other plans and with a quick thrust and a pull of her head, his cock fills up her mouth. She coughs and mumbles around his cock, but he only smirks and holds her head in place. His cock slides back and forth, dragging over her tongue, and she allows herself to indulge in his salty taste. His erection is throbbing inside of her mouth as he continues to thrust, and Emma eventually looks up at him, staring at his flushed face. His head is tilted back, his mouth falling open in pleasure and it looks like he is genuinely enjoying himself. She grins only for a second before she remembers that this isn't consensual.
He utters a groan, his thrusts picking up pace, and she accidentally lets a moan of her own escape her lips, realizing her arousal is dripping down her thighs.
He slows down briefly and she can feel him shudder as he looks down her, a dark smirk creasing his lips. "What a naughty princess we have here. Your highness loves sucking big cock, don't you?" he teases as his smug grin grows wider. She blushes deeply and her eyes fill up with tears of shame once again. She just wants to curl up in a ball and die, but the Captain makes sure that doesn't happen.
"Touch yourself as you suck my cock, Princess."
She stares up at him briefly, drawing in a sharp breath as he begins to thrust more fiercely. She wants this to be over as soon as possible, even if that means bringing him to his orgasm. Emma slowly sinks her fingers into her folds and rubs her clit, not wanting to get into any further trouble.
She hears him growl as she bobs her head over his length, naturally matching the rubbing of her clit with his thrusts.
She sucks him slightly harder, her eyes peering up to meet his crystal blue ones. "Oh that's bloody good." Another groan escapes him as his thrusts quicken, wrapping his hand and hook around her golden locks, pulling gently on her hair. "Gods you have yourself a talented mouth for a princess… I may have to keep you around."
His words make her shudder but she doesn't relent, and continues to feather her clit while thrusting her fingers inside of her warmth. God, he tastes good, she finds herself wanting more. She moans around his length, taking him deeper and letting him hit the back of her throat.
"Fuck!" The Captain groans loudly as his cock explodes, filling her mouth with hot cum. "Swallow," he commands, and she quickly gulps it down, letting the salty liquid slowly slide down her throat. "That's a good princess, swallowing down all of my cum like a dirty little whore," the Captain says in shattered pants, trying to catch his breath. He releases his cock from her mouth and pulls his pants back up before helping her up and leading her to a wall with shackles and chains.
Her eyes grow wide with panic, she quivers at the thought of what his other plans for her may be.
"What's the matter, Princess? Don't tell me that pretty little cunt of yours has never been broken before, has it? It would be such a bloody tragedy to tear it up." He growls with an evil grin, stepping closer to her. She leans back against the wall, trying to get out of reach of him, but it's not enough. He grabs her by the neck, yanking her close to him. "Are you a virgin or not?" he demands, his face hardening into a serious glare.
Emma whimpers, clutching onto his wrist, slowly nodding her head. "Yes, Captain."
A wide smirk curls his lips once again as he releases her neck, leaving her gasping for air. "I thought so. You look too innocent to be a royal slut."
Emma glares at him, her face flaring in anger as he pushes her back against the shackled wall, chaining her wrists above her head. "Let me go!" She yanks on the shackles, and thrashes against the wall, trying to break free.
His hand encloses around her throat again, and she immediately stops moving. With a dark chuckle, he drags his fingernails down her throat and over her chest.
"What's the matter, Princess? Don't you like it rough?" He tilts his head, taunting her with a dark smile as he reaches down and pushes her legs apart. She watches him nervously as he presses his hand against her nub, his blue eyes intently studying her face the whole time. He brushes his fingers along her soaking wet thighs and then her folds, coating his digits with her essence before slipping them into his mouth to taste her. "Well, well, I'd say you do, love. You're bloody soaked. Maybe you'll like this, too," he growls before pushing two of his fingers into her quim.
She gasps at the contact, letting a moan slip from her throat. The Captain thrusts his fingers in and out, and she has to refrain from arching herself into him.
"Ready to be broken, princess?"
She whimpers, shaking her head, and he chuckles again, plunging his fingers deep inside of her. Arching her back, she screams out in both pain and pleasure, tears streaming down her face as he forces more of his fingers into her. She hates the control he has over her, hates that he can bring her pleasure.
But the Captain is clearly enjoying himself. He leans forward and licks her cheek with the flat of his tongue, his breath hot on her skin as he collects her tears. His face breaks into a wide grin as he pushes his fingers in all the way, sliding them out before slamming them back inside again, eliciting another scream from her lips. She arches her body again, thrashing against the wall.
Suddenly his lips are enclosing around one of her nipples, making her gasp in pleasure as he sucks her mercilessly, his greedy lips teasing and nipping on her flesh. She whines out a moan, letting her body betray her, letting the pleasure overtake her. The Captain switches to her other nipple, suckling just as hard, and she moans out her pleasure. His lips peel back into a grin as he gnaws playfully on her nipple before lapping up her breast with a long, broad swipe of his tongue. He pulls away, and her body aches from the loss.
"Do you like it when I touch you?"
She stares up at him, and, for just a second, sees him in a different light. But reality takes back over and she realizes where she is, wondering if she'll ever get back home. "Yes Captain," she responds without hesitation.
"Do you want to cum, my Princess?" he asks seductively, continuing to pound his fingers into her.
She cries out, bucking her hips into his touch, and he grins in response as she nods her head. She can't deny that it feels incredible to be touched by him. Maybe, just maybe, she can get used to this.
"I wanna hear you beg for your Captain," he snarls, his words harsh and wrecked. The Captain begins pumping his fingers more fiercely, bringing her close to the edge, without pushing her over it.
"Please!"
"Please what, love?" he demands with another hard thrust.
"Please let me come, Captain! Please make me yours!"
His grin broadens as he rubs her clit, carefully scrutinizing her face as her mouth falls open, pure ecstasy taking over her as her hips meet the fast-paced rocks of his fingers. "Come all over my hand, Princess. Come for your Captain and say my name like a filthy whore as you do."
"Oh yes Captain!" Emma finally explodes, feeling a strange sensation between her thighs, crying out in bliss as his movements bring her to completion. Ripples of pleasure vibrate through her entire body, she's never felt anything quite like it and she feels like she's on a weightless cloud, white stars bursting from her eyes as she tries to collect herself.
The Captain smirks at his success and pulls his fingers from her heat, inserting them into her mouth. Emma hesitates at first, her eyes locking with his as she tries to steady her breathing. "Lick yourself up darling." Surprisingly there's kindness in his words, and she does as she's told, darting out her tongue and sucking his finger into her mouth. She curls her tongue around it, deciding that she enjoys the taste of her own cum. She sees that it satisfies the Captain with the way he licks his lips, hungry eyes watching her like he wants to devour her.
When she's finished, he takes a step back, showing off the obvious erection in his pants. Her core's throbbing, her eyes taking in the sight, and his smirk never fades as he looks up at her.
The Captain undresses himself, starting with his red vest and shirt. He slips off his pants and steps out of them, taking his cock in his hand and lightly stroking it. He's hard as a rock, and she can't help but stare, her tongue darting to lick her lips as he approaches. His entire body is ripped and he has a patch of hair on his chest she itches to run her fingers though. He may be a ruthless pirate but he's handsome as hell. The features of his face are carved to perfection, there's a small scar on his right cheek and his lips are framed by an auburn scruff that she aches to feel scratching against her skin.
He frees her wrists from the chains and motions towards the bed, and she's too weak and boneless to not obey. Besides, she needs her Captain's cock inside of her, she craves him between her legs. And she guesses that's exactly what he intended to happen.
"Now, lay on your back, Princess."
She complies and lies on the bed, allowing him to join her as he crawls between her legs. "You want me to fuck you, Princess?"
"Yes, Captain, please," she begs. She's never been with a man before, and his dick is quite large but she knows she can handle him. And Gods above does she want to. "Please fuck me hard, Captain."
"Oh, such a good lass," he commends before leaning over her, his teeth tearing at her breast as he lines himself up at her entrance, urging her legs around his waist before slowly entering her depths, taking her inch by inch.
Emma trembles, moaning quietly in pain as he forces more of his cock into her warmth, his fingers digging into her hip, rough enough to leave bruises.
"Fuck, you're so tight…" He shoves himself hard against her and she winces in pain, tightening her legs and biting her bottom lip as he stretches her walls. The mixture of pain and pleasure is so great, it feels like her skin is on fire as he holds her legs in place, continuing to thrust harder and harder into her pussy, his cock plunging deeper into her.
"Tell me your name, Princess."
Emma shakes her head, unwilling to give that away. Peering down at the space between them, she watches as his slick shaft disappears in and out of her folds. She feels him taking her chin in his hand, and her body shudders and she tilts her head back to look at him, resting it against the pillow.
"Tell me!" he commands as his throbbing erection pumps faster and harder into her body.
He feels so good but she hates him for taking her virginity and she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing who she really is, but she does anyway. "Emma! My name is Emma!"
As he fucks her hard into the bed, he bites his lip and she can tell he's trying his best to hold back. His eyes meet hers, slowing his movement as he speaks more softly. "Don't forget you are mine, Princess."
The Captain pulls out before thrusting back into her more fiercely, his fingers tightening around her waist. Emma screams out, digging her nails into his back, her body curving up from the bed and jerking her hips to meet his thrusts as he finds that spot inside of her that has him growling. Holding him tight, she presses herself against him, letting him fill her and take her, letting herself go, her guard coming down enough so she can come sharp and hard. He pounds into her a few more times before quickly pulling out and spilling himself over her stomach and breasts.
"Such an exquisite princess," he breathes with a smirk, his voice cracked and shattered. "I'm definitely keeping you for my own," the Captain decides before leaving the bed to fetch a rag. He cleans her off and she's weary from exhaustion, unable to move.
When he's done, he dresses himself and covers her in silk blankets, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "It's time to rest up, Princess," the Captain demands. "We have a long journey ahead, so get used to your new home."
With that said, he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
Eventually she's able to gather herself and curl into a ball, slowly closing her eyes and letting herself succumb to sleep.